He moved silenly and with a purpose.

Cutting down any he came across. There was no negotiation, no demands, no mercy given. ALL were cut down. He entered room after room and destroyed all he came across. His eyes were seething with rage. His black heart was pumping angrilly. His eyes were narrowed and steely with rage. He cut down all he came across.

"Why are you doing this?" A guard asked him.

Nosdyn merely moved on the guard and took the man's head off. "You are all going to die." Nosdyn said finally as he cut down another and another. His rage was without bounds. Murderous glory. He made his way into a chamber of a bunch of priests. NOW. This would be interesting. He thought to himself as they began to channel their smite spells.

An initial burning sensation pierced Nosdyn's flesh.

He could survive a small tactical nuke landing on his head. He was well trained by that point. One of the priests were cut in half and killed immediately. "There is nothing to say defend yourselves!" Nosdyn yelled with rage. He moved on the nearest of the priests as they channeled their spells again to no avail. Nosdyn cut them all down. A few moments later it was over.

He was covered in their blood. He had not realized their blood had been spilled on him. He looked at the dead bodies everywhere. Assuming he was done, he prepared to take his leave of the temple...